Date: Wed, 6 Mar 2019 18:36:17 +0100 From: Drusilla Andrews Subject: My Daughter the Bully My Daughter the Bully. By. Drusilla. Please help out and donate to Nifty Stories. Help keep these stories available to everyone. Nifty is so diverse in it's stories and should be kept alive for everyone to enjoy. I was a 38 year old mother and I began having trouble with Megan when she was 13. I felt like I was losing control over her. She was 15 and in first year high school now. Her choice of friends was questionable to me. Her last year in middle school; the school complained of her and her friends bulling other girls and even some of the boys. It was difficult for me because her father had a job that kept him away a lot of the time. He was an equipment salesman and many times he went overseas to make sales to foreign countries. Sometimes he would be gone for two or three weeks. That left me pretty much the role of both mother and father. My shortcoming was the fact I was not aggressive or assertive enough. I was not a figure of authority. Megan knew this and used it to her advantage in more ways than one. I was telling myself she was going through a major transition, self exploration and social growth. I had problems at that age and it was not at all easy. I wanted to dismiss this bulling as some sort of phase she was going through. Megan was a very attractive, bright girl and there should be no reason for her actions. I was notified of her bulling the first week she was there. That Friday after Megan got home from school; we had a discussion about her behavior in school. My husband was away on business for the next two weeks, so all this was falling on me. I tried to lay the law down to her, but she could see through my fake aggressiveness. That only led to a big blowout between us and a lot of screaming. I was upset; I told her to go to her room. I told her not come out until I said she could. I knocked on her door when dinner was ready. "Megan? Dinner is ready. You can come out and eat now." "I don't want any dinner! And get away from my door!" I had expected that reaction and maybe going hungry would do her some good. I turned everything off at ten and went to bed. I saw the light under the door in her room. I tapped on the door to say goodnight, but she didn't rely. What happened the next day was to change both our lives in a most dramatic way. I am a heavy sleeper, Megan knew this and used it to her advantage. When I awoke the next morning; I found myself bound hand and foot. Laying naked and completely helpless on the bed. My hair was all messed up and draping over my face. I had a pair of panties stuffed in my mouth and taped shut. Megan was standing by the side of the bed. She smiled at me, pushing the hair away from my eyes. "Did you have a nice sleep, mom? You need to understand that I'm no longer a little girl. I'm fifteen." She she pushed me over on my back. "I am not the weak member of this family. You are!" She grabbed my boobs with her hands. "I do not submit to your wishes anymore! You submit to mine!" I never realized how frightening she could be. Her fingers pulled my nipples to their limit before letting go. She grabbed my chin and held my face up to her. "Know what your problem is, mom? Sexual frustration! Open your legs!" I was so taken back by what she was saying. What did she know about sexual frustration? She slapped my boob. "I said open your legs!" Reluctantly, I did open them. "When was the last time dad fucked your pussy? When was it? Last week? Last month? Two months ago." Sometimes the truth can be so painful. Robert had not made love to me in over two months. He was more wrapped up in his work and never seemed to have time for me. Megan grabbed my boobs again. "You want to take your sexual frustrations out on me? That's fine! I'm going to take my sexual frustrations out on you." I had never seen Megan like this; she was so dominating and frightening. She opened my dresser and pulled out the vibrator I thought I had hidden. She shoved it in my face. "You like this? I hope so. Because I'm going to spend all day using it on you." She climbed on the bed, between my legs and held them open with her knees. I always wondered about my daughters sexual knowledge because we never spoke much about it. The only discussion I could remember was about her period and becoming a woman. She placed the vibrator directly on my clit. She held it tight so I felt every vibration. She would remove it and play with my sensitive nipples. It seemed like she knew just when to stop; then plunge the vibrator against my clit again. She was slowly driving me crazy. I was whimpering and whining like a little baby. I truly believe Megan enjoyed seeing me suffer. The first orgasm hit me like a freight train, almost knocking me out. I felt her fingers inside me. "Come on, mom! Let yourself go!" When the second orgasm hit, I did let myself go. I was so powerful, I shook and almost bucked Megan off the bed. She placed the vibrator on the night stand and pulled me up from the bed. My legs were so weak I could barely stand. She untied my feet and took the tape and gag out of my mouth. She left my arms and hands tied behind my back. "I don't want to hear one word from you. I'll gag you immediately. Understand?" I swallowed and nodded. She led me into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I had not seen Megan naked in years. It saw what a beautiful woman she was growing into. She placed her hands on my shoulders and forced me to my knees. The water was pelting down on us as she pulled my hair back. "I relieved your sexual tension. Now, it's time you relieve mine." She pulled my face into her soft young pussy and I could smell her womanly scent. I suppose if had taken time to think about what we were doing; I would have become ill, but I felt her body shudder react when my tongue touched her clit. Suddenly I wanted to give my baby an orgasm as wonderful as she had given me. I only wished my hands were free so I could feel her beautiful body. My tongue felt how pronounced her clit was. She screamed when I flipped it with my tongue. I saw her legs shiver as she gave a loud shriek. Her stomach suck in; her chest heave out and her head snapped back. My baby was having an orgasm. ### It felt so good, Megan's hands rubbing the soap all over my body. Her fingers gently playing as she washed me. I still felt so ashamed for what we did; yet I was so exhilarated by it. I was not sure if I could ever look Megan in the eyes again. She turned the water off and took my arm. "Come on. Let's dry you off." I stared at her as she dried my front. I had to tell her was I was feeling. "Megan. I'm so humiliated right now. Please untie me." She dried under my boobs and smiled. "I want you to stay humiliated. Ashamed and humble. You look so beautiful that way." She led me back in the bedroom and made me stand in front of the mirrored closet doors. "Put your chest out and spread your legs." I was not happy. "Why?" "Just do it!" Her hand softly slid across my ass. "You're so fucking gorgeous. No wonder my girlfriends want to masturbate when they see you." I was really caught off guard by that. "Megan..." She abruptly gave me a slap on the ass. "I said no talking! You want the gag?" I quickly replied. "No." I kept my mouth shut and just listened. She gently slid her hand up and down over my boobs, and it was exciting me. She made me stand there as she brushed my hair "You know how long I've waited for this moment, mom?" I just shook my head. She slid her hands under my boobs again. "Ever since I was eight I've wanted to play with these." Her hand dropped to my crotch. "And, I've wanted to play with this too." I suddenly began to realize how stupid I was. There must have been signs that I somehow managed to ignore. Her hugs; her kisses; her brushing against my breasts and watching me dress. Brushing my hair, kissing my neck and sometimes even doing my makeup. Asking me to kiss her every night. How stupid I was. I stood there, in front of the mirror. Watching the tears run down my face. I felt her hand gently touch my shoulder. "Do you understand, mom?" I bit my lower lip. "Yes, baby. I do and I'm so, so sorry. I had no idea." She turned me around and gave me a long deep kiss with her tongue. It felt like she would never stop kissing me. "I've wanted you for so long, mom. Now you're mine." I smiled at her. "You're wrong, baby. You came from me. You're mine. You belong to me." She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me for another long minute. ### I'll never for get that Saturday as long as I live. I never experienced so many orgasms in one day in my whole life. I only had two on my wedding night. That day; I lost track at seven or eight or maybe nine. I know I had three in Megan's bedroom. Tied to her bed; she used the vibrator again and again. She loved to see how wild I became when she held the vibrator against my clit. She untied my arms and I made love to her in the living room. I was in the kitchen preparing dinner for us. Megan chuckled. "I love to watch you in the nude, mom." I smiled over my shoulder. "I kind of thought you did." I heard heard her chuckle again. "You know, I'm a sex junkie?" I laughed, placing the dinner on the table. "Really? I had no idea." Megan laughed out loud. "Mom! You can be funny." Half way through the dinner, my curiosity got the better of me. "Your girlfriends really don't want to masturbate when they see me. Do they?" She gave me a big wide grin. "Maybe not. But Jade definitely would. She's been here before. Got that straight black hair. She loves your boobs and your ass. Sophie thinks you're hot too. She said she could do you in a heartbeat." I shook my head. "I'm sorry I asked now." Megan pushed her empty plate away. "Why? Because you're gorgeous and a mom? That makes you even sexier." I was flattered but also a little embarrassed. It was awkward hearing my daughter talk about me in that way. I would most certainly be embarrassed if I ever had to speak to her girlfriends again. We sat in the living room, watching television. I didn't know how to approach the subject so I just came out with it. "Megan? We need to talk seriously." "Yeah? What about?" I stammered a little. "You. Us. About everything we've done." I reached over and took her hand. "I know now you're gay. I don't care because I don't love you any less." She shook her head and smiled at me. "Men are gay, mom. Women are lesbians." I was a bit angry she corrected me, but I continued. "Whatever. I just want you to know, I am not a lesbian. I love your father and I love you." Megan leaned in and kissed me quickly on the lips. "I know, mom. You're what they call bisexual. Both men and women." I thought about that and it sounded so filthy. "I don't want any of this to ever get out. I especially don't want your father to ever know about it. He would probably divorce me. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?" Megan gave me a strange look. "Not really, mom." I held her face in my hands. "Oh, baby. How can I make you understand how wrong this is?" Megan placed her hands on my knees and gently pulled them apart. "Lay back, mom. Close your eyes and think about you. Think about what you need." I badly wanted to push her away, but her tongue felt so wonderful and warm. She pulled me further down on the cushion. Her hands cupped my boobs and her fingers played with my nipples. She quietly unarmed me with yet another orgasm and I fell asleep on the sofa. I remember walking down the hall to the bedroom. I don't remember much else until the next morning. Megan was in bed with me; her head on my breast and her hand on my ass. Staring at her, quietly sleeping; I realized how much I love her. Even if she was a fifteen year old brat. I gently climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom. I was so joyful, we went all day Saturday without one argument. I was brushing my teeth when Megan walked in. "I love how sound you sleep." I quickly replied. "Should I as why?" "I can play with you and you don't even wake up." I shook my head and turned the shower on. "Can we please just shower and not have any sex?" She smiled as she patted me on the butt. ### I made French toast, Megan's favorite. "It's Sunday. What are we doing today?" Megan gave me a very evil smile. "I'm going to tie your hands and arms. Then parade you around the house naked!" "Must you do that?" She leaned in very close. "I told you, mom. You submit to my wishes." I was becoming somewhat use to being bound up. My arms behind my back; tied at the wrists and the elbows. When she tied me at the elbows, it would force my chest out. She took the small carry strap off the laptop bag and clipped it around my neck. I remember thinking, what the hell this was better than fighting with her all day long. I was enjoying the break from all that arguing because sometimes it would upset my stomach. She made me walk back and forth across the living room in front of her. She sat on the sofa eating potato chips and smiling. She made me jump up and down because she liked to see my boobs bounce. She made me knee down in front of her so she could play with my boobs. "You know how beautiful you are, mom?" "I'm glad you think so, baby." She laughed. "You even look better after the sex. You're all sweaty; your hair is messed up. I'm thinking about taking you to bed right now." I quickly shook my head. "Please, Megan. Give me a break. I've had enough sex to last me for the next year. Or maybe a month." She laughed again. "Yeah, but I haven't. I got you and you can't go nowhere." I had to be a smart ass. "You can't go anywhere in the correct way to say that." She gave me such an evil smile. "Oh really? Now, I'm going to spank your butt for saying that." She took me to my bedroom, spanked my ass, then tied me spread eagle on the bed. I wanted to protest, but I just bit my lower lip instead. She climbed in bed next to be and began sucking on my nipples. Sunday was going to be a rerun of Saturday. She was going to dominate me and I was going along for the ride. Oddly enough I didn't care because we were not fighting with each other. We were making love and I felt closer to her than I think I ever had. However, the biggest problem was what to do with my little sex junkie. Fin.